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in the many versions of the soul's roles, no one had suggested that there's only one conscious ness, not a collective one that's spread out liberally like jam on a giant brioche, but one awareness that races back and forth across the ages, that travels both time and continents; that consciousness is a hapax, a one-off.

"jam on a giant brioche" is probably one of the best summaries of Schopenhauer I'd ever read